As Wen Xishu stepped in, he glanced at the bear child.
It seemed just as before, a smile on its face.
It was indeed not dead.
In the Deceit Tower, the Slaughter Tower’s panel could violently break through some immediate problems, but it could never solve them at the root.
However...
Wen Xishu noted that cracks had appeared on the bear child’s head.
Like a toy that had been violently smashed.
Undoubtedly, all this was related to the kick Wen Xishu had just delivered.
Wen Xishu smiled, pleased. But in the next second, he realized something was wrong.
Toy.
Thinking back, Wen Xishu realized that everyone in this carriage resembled toys.
They wore formulaic smiles, sitting quietly in their places.
No matter how spoken to, they only repeated one piece of information.
Like toys stripped of consciousness.
Only in the corresponding, eerie carriage did they display some extra thoughts.
Toys...
Wen Xishu’s mind repeated these words. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was off.
He suddenly remembered the little girl beside the human trafficker.
"All my toys... were broken, left back at the orphanage."
In that instant, Wen Xishu felt stricken by an extreme malevolence.
He shuddered.
An incredibly bizarre and absurd thought, or rather a possibility, was born in his mind.
In the first carriage, he and Xiaojin and the others had all noticed the human trafficker issue.
It was too obvious.
But in the second carriage, he immediately got confirmation. The trafficker turned his back to him...
Countless white footprints appeared. All belonging to children.
Wen Xishu had been puzzled.
What an enormous gang it must be to traffic so many children?
The children varied in age, some a few years old, others appearing newborn.
Some in lavish clothes, others in plain garments.
Wen Xishu had thought then, the trafficker’s criminal reach was extensive.
But thinking back now, it felt incredibly wrong.
"Could it be that those in plain clothes are still at the orphanage, while those in fancy clothes were adopted by wealthy families?"
"Moreover, the sheer number of children, if all kidnapped by the trafficker, would be too horrifying."
"But if it’s the number of children once adopted by an orphanage, then everything could be explained."
Wen Xishu sensed that perhaps an extremely disruptive result had emerged.
But at that moment, he had to calm his mind. He stood up, began searching for anomalies in this carriage.
Drip.
Drip.
The sound of water dripping reached him.
This sound made Wen Xishu deeply uneasy. He began walking slowly forward.
Thirteenth row, the tea-selling old man was fine.
Eleventh row, the migrant worker was fine.
The family of three was also fine.
The ninth row’s student couple... hmm, also fine.
Wen Xishu quickly reached the fifth row.
The dripping sound became clear.
In that moment, Wen Xishu confirmed... that this little creature – the baby – was about to leave his arms.
Yes, the source of this eerie mutation was the female social media influencer.
The female influencer’s belly had been torn open, as if split by an axe, the wound horrifying.
But she was not dead.
Instead, she looked at Wen Xishu with venomous eyes.
The anomaly found, the nightmare began.
In a blink, Wen Xishu felt the putrid air instantly engulf the entire carriage.
Countless bits of flesh began to sprout from the influencer’s belly... like vines, continuously spilling out.
In no time, the walls and seats of the carriage were tangled with networks of decaying flesh.
The sight made Wen Xishu feel the urge to vomit.
He could even vaguely see, within that horrifying wound... the woman’s stomach.
Suddenly, the woman moved, and instantly, the countless pieces of rotting flesh in the carriage began writhing as if they had a life of their own.
"Child! My child! Come back to mommy’s belly!"
Wen Xishu began to retreat. His speed could instantly move him to the door’s position.
Just like when he broke through Carriage 06 by force.
But this time he couldn’t.
Because the countless pieces of rotting flesh had already covered the door. Even if Wen Xishu got close, he couldn’t sense the door.
He had to find a way to clear out the rotting flesh.
The woman, with her torn-open belly, was now madly rushing at Wen Xishu.
Wherever the woman moved, the flesh would grow wildly.
The flesh covered the floor.
Wen Xishu’s feet stepped on the flesh and immediately felt many "thorns" emerge from the rotting flesh.
These thorns attempted to pierce Wen Xishu’s calves, just like the baby.
Wen Xishu’s pace slowed instantly.
He knew one thing: tearing the baby from his arms and shoving it into the woman’s belly would solve it.
The challenge could be cleared like that.
But faced with this manageable challenge, Wen Xishu was very curious... how to pass without a prop?
He thought of one thing.
"Now this woman... undoubtedly wants to devour me. If I don’t stuff in the baby I got from the stewardess, then I must be the one..."
"It spawns decaying flesh symbolizing death. When it encounters living beings, it will try to root itself and absorb nutrients..."